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itranova
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A blemish in perfection
Doesn’t always need correction
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The cracks along pave the way
For an adventure in a new day
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The ones that imprint your soul
Smiles, laughter making your heart full
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The summer sun
Those days of fun
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We all yearn for together
Waiting for the perfect weather
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Smelling the flowers
Their fragrant powers
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Stepping on thistle
Screaming like a whistle
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Those summer days gone by
Like the changing clouds in the sky
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We will return there soon enough
To heal the months that were rough
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The zest of Citranovas flair
Fills your room with hope and care
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